The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 237
Xu An saw Zhang Yi's fiery banner on the high platform disappear before his eyes, so he also understood Zhang Yi's movements.

The big khaki banner makes the flag fly.

Xu Huang, who was on the left, held his horse's belly slightly, and swung his long ax down.

Hundreds of soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army stepped forward, followed Xu Huang and slowly pressed towards the right wing of the Huns.

Almost at the same moment, Bai Rao, who was in command of the right formation, also commanded the soldiers to move forward quickly and press on the left flank of the Huns.

Holding a shield and halberd in his hand, Yang Mu followed behind Wang Qi, standing less than twenty steps away from the Han camp.

This was the first time they were so close to the Han army, but no Han army shot at them, and it was also the first time that they saw a third expression other than fear and ferocity on the face of the Han army.

"squeak----"

The gate of the Han army camp opened wide in front of Yang Mu.

Yang Mu looked at the reputation, and behind the camp, there were groups of Han troops moving. They were all wearing helmets and armor, holding weapons, and moving at a fast pace.

Only this time, these Han soldiers turned their backs on them.

Yang Mu clenched the halberd in his hand and clenched his teeth.

He still remembered that year, those ferocious spirits, those yamen servants who kicked his parents to the ground ruthlessly, those officials, and those soldiers with swords in their hands.

Yang Mu's eyes were full of anger, he looked at the tense Han soldiers on both sides of the camp gate, and the soldiers of the Han army rushing northward, it was really hard to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Polar wood!"

Tian Zhang's voice came from behind, and Yang Mu's eyes gradually became clear.

Tian Zhang realized that Yang Mu was wrong, so he stopped him immediately, and saw Yang Mu tremble all over.

He knew that Yang Mu had come to his senses now, Tian Zhang and Yang Mu lived in the same tent.

So Tian Zhang also knew about Yang Mu's experience, and because of knowing, Tian Zhang paid special attention to Yang Mu's actions. Sure enough, when he entered the camp of the Han army, Yang Mu's mood was obviously a little wrong.

Tian Zhang pushed Yang Mu lightly, and said softly: "Do you still remember what the great virtuous teacher said when he left the city?"

Yang Mu nodded and replied: "Remember..."

"Bingzhou has our comrades, there are many, there are hundreds of thousands of people who are as humble as us, and they are bullied just like us."

"But the Han army is still there, and they can barely survive. These Huns from the northern grasslands, these barbarians, have competed with us for thousands of years."

"It's like letting the Han army be defeated, all the people like us in the north will become their slaves and suffer their bullying."

"And they will continue to go south to compete with us for land, cattle and sheep, money and food, and harass our city."

"The Huns wear their hair on the left lapel, and our ancestors wear their hair on the right lapel for generations. How can we change it?"

"We are the descendants of Huaxia. China has great etiquette, so it is called Xia; it has the beauty of uniforms, so it is called Hua. How can we learn from the Huns to be wild men in the mountains, without shame?"

Yang Mu clenched the halberd in his hand again, he stopped paying attention to the things around him, turned to look at Chen Wu's back in front of him, and nodded firmly: "I always remember."

Team after team of Yellow Turban soldiers slowly stepped into the camp of the Han army, and they will assist the Han army to hold the last line of defense.

The enemy was ahead, and both the Han army and the Yellow Turban army tried their best to maintain restraint.

Xu An kept paying attention to the Han army's camp wall until he saw the fourth blue flag rising, which was a signal that the Han army cavalry was about to go out!
Xu An raised his right hand and swung it down abruptly. The guards behind him raised a fiery red military flag and waved it under the khaki banner.

Lu Bu, who was in the center of the left formation of the Yellow Turban Army, also noticed the military flag under the banner of Dazhu.

"call out----"

The sharp wooden whistle instantly spread throughout the cavalry formation of the Yellow Turban Army.

Xu An sent out all the guard cavalry around him, and now all the cavalry troops of the entire Yong'an Yellow Turban Army were assembled behind Lu Bu.

More than [-] heavily armed Yellow Turban cavalry rushed out from the gaps in the Yellow Turban infantry formation like a tiger coming out of the slaughter.

Hu Qi, who was on the left side of the Han army camp, reacted, but because the cavalry formation was too large, and a considerable part of the Huns were dismounting and fighting on foot, they were confronting the soldiers in the Han army camp.

Therefore, in the cavalry formation of the Xiongnu, two groups of thousands of cavalry were separated to meet the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army who was rushing straight.

Standing on the mound, Xu An nervously watched the confrontation not far away. The flags of Lu Bu and Xu Huang were like two bright lights, leading a sharp blade composed of more than [-] Yellow Turban cavalry, cutting into the shock cavalry formation of the Huns .

The shock cavalry of the Huns only caused the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army to stagnate briefly, but it was only a moment of stagnation. After all, they still could not stop the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army from charging.

The Huns' cavalry could not catch up with the solidly armored Han cavalry and Yellow Turban cavalry even if they flattered their horses.

Moreover, although most of the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army were not good at riding and shooting, they were equipped with a series of throwing weapons such as hatchets, short hammers, etc., which were convenient for impact, which also brought more casualties to the Huns' shock cavalry.

"Let the cavalry on the two wings hold on for another quarter of an hour. In just two quarters of an hour, my warriors will be able to rush into the camp of the Han army and take Zhang Yi's head off!"

Xu Buguduhou, now he is like a gambler who has already got the upper hand.

"Blow the horn! Move my big banner one mile forward again, let the Chinese army and the front army attack the Han camp together, at all costs!! Destroy the Han army for me, and take off Zhang Yi's head!"

The Southern Huns had no choice but to bow their heads and surrender for many years, and the backbone of the Huns was almost broken in the long war with the Han Empire.

Until today, until now, they had no chance to stand up.

As long as Zhang Yi was beheaded, with his military exploits, Xubu Guduhou would definitely be able to replace Qiang Qu Shanyu and become the new Shanyu of the Southern Huns.

Now the Han Empire is in the middle of disputes, and it is too busy to deal with the rebellions in various places. As long as he leads the Southern Huns to occupy Bingzhou, then it will not be long before the time when the former Huns overlord the grasslands will be restored.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the camp of the Han army, the sound of drums that had been silent for a while was suddenly thumped by the wrestlers.

Xu Bugu suddenly raised his head, he heard the sound of drums, he heard the sound of drums in the camp of the Han army, and a bad premonition struck him.

He looked up to look for Zhang Yi's big banner, but he didn't see it in the camp of the Han army.

Xu Bu Guhou was shocked, he didn't notice when Zhang Yi's military flag had disappeared.

The drums of the Han army became more intense.

Xu Buguduhou finally discovered the clue.

A large number of red flags suddenly appeared beside the cavalry formation on the right wing of the Huns, and Zhang Yi's fiery red banner was among them.

And further south, there is a team of yellow banners rushing in quickly.

The entire right-wing cavalry formation of the Huns has been cut off by the cavalry formation of the Han army and the former army and the central army of the Huns.

And the Yellow Turban Army didn't know when it was rapidly evolving into a huge arc, trying to wrap the entire right wing of the Huns.

Before Xu Bugu could react, a more unfavorable news came.

A blood-stained scout rushed to the front of Xubu Guduhou.

"In the camp of the Han army, a large number of Yellow Turbans suddenly appeared. Now that the front has been stabilized, our army is retreating..."

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